I often interact with people who insist on avoiding reinventing the wheel, yet there have been plenty of innovations in the course of human existence that we can just as purposefully avoid reinventing. I would like to hear of someone avoiding reinventing the steam engine or sliced bread or the printing press. We can also avoid reinventing light switches and vulcanized rubber. We do not need to reinvent the screw, the fulcrum, or the pulley. Clockwork does not need to be reinvented. The telephone does not need to be reinvented. All these wonderful inventions, but we have been woefully persistent in not reinventing the wheel. I will grant that the wheel was a pretty wonderful achievement of humanity, but I believe we have avoided reinventing it enough. Please, let the wheel rest and avoid reinventing pasteurization or democracy or the Gregorian calendar.
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Lucky Number 44
Where were you? I was arriving home from my writing class to find my husband at the kitchen table, watching McCain’s concession speech on MSNBC Live. I was shocked that the results were declared so early. I interrupted a writing session to watch Obama’s first speech as president-elect. Because it will be history. Except I can’t help thinking that they’ve called it with too few votes actually counted. So tonight I will let out this breath I’ve been holding for months, and tomorrow I will breathe normally.
Where were you?
EDIT [05/11/08]: In light of my recent plagiarism troubles, I would like to point out that the link at the beginning of this post will direct you to Bradgarten. The title and original concept are his, and I use them in the spirit of fun and fair use. I was hoping people would carry the idea to their own blog. I may not have been clear on that.
Finite
Quit talking about the countless millions. You have numbered them at millions and I have no doubt they could be counted if you took the time. You certainly have enough time for death tolls and dollars. These millions are not abstract. They have facesdirty or frustrated or tired or stony or bleak or hopefulthat you carefully fade under repetition. You criticize smoke and mirrors as if you have never fogged over facts or reflected the truth at oblique angles. You are the source of indifference in the pretence of caring. I am finished with you.
Dear genuinely crazy person,
I, in no way, miss our previous prolonged interaction. I do not miss being forced daily to view the world through your distorted eyes. I only wish that I could conduct our current occasional and brief conversational contact with a single iota of grace. All I ask is a single witty rebuttal, one wisp of my esprit de l’escalier to breeze into the present and utterly unhinge you at the jaw. But I am slowly accepting that I won’t win with you. I hope that in time you find a way to wander off a cliff, or perhaps, simply, literally gouge out of your shrivelled brain the thought that I not only care about your continuing existence, but that I am out to get you.
Sincerely,
Me